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𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 the daughter of Aphrodite and the son of Hermes, under the watchful eyes of the gods, found solace only in each other...
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CHAPTER FOUR. ❝the desperate kingdom of love❞
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𝗟𝗨𝗞𝗘'𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩
𝗔𝗦 𝗜 𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗘 𝗠𝗬 𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 to my cabin, a knot tightened in my stomach. What did I expect? I'd only known her for a day, yet here I was, already caught up in feelings I hadn't bargained for. I'd never experienced this kind of attraction before, I usually kept my focus solely on my siblings and my training. But then she appeared. From the moment she arrived, her beauty cast a spell on me, though she seemed oblivious to the effect she had on everyone around her.
"Are you okay, man? You look lost in thought," Chris interrupted.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired," I replied.
I lay on my bed, hands folded behind my head, eyes fixed on the ceiling like it had the answers I couldn't find. The cabin was quiet except for the occasional creak of wood as someone shifted in their sleep. But my mind was anything but quiet.
I kept replaying the moment — her voice, her words — over and over like a scratched record. Friend. She'd said it so casually, so easily, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. But when it came from her, that word felt heavier, sharper, almost like an insult. Why? Maybe because I didn't want to be just a "friend." Maybe because when she said it, it sounded like a line drawn in the sand — one I wasn't sure I wanted to stay behind.
It was ridiculous how a single word could get under my skin like that. I turned on my side, then onto my back again, restless, my mind refusing to shut down. If I kept chewing on this, I wouldn't get a wink of sleep. Still, the more I told myself to stop thinking about her, the more she took over. Katherine's smile. Katherine's laugh. Katherine's way of talking to me like she had me completely figured out and didn't care if I knew it.
Eventually, exhaustion won out over my spiraling thoughts. But even when I slipped into sleep, she was still there. Her voice, her smirk, and that cursed word — friend — tangled into the dream until it all blurred together.
